He awoke with a start thrust back from the pseudo nightmare into the dark room. His bedroom. The thought police were at it again! The back of his neck felt like a dry piece of discarded shark cartilage. His head pounded and the rest of him was cold with the recent evaporation of thin layer of sweat. They would have to do better than this! The Frankenstein scenario starring a rubbery version of his late father did not have an authentic ring to it. There was no rhyme or reason to his giving compliance to a scenario where his own late father would have come back from the dead twice in a row to stride angrily about from the closet to bed post menacing him with malice in its eyes. There had been too many impromptu replays of various cardboard character animations and bad actors in latex rubber gear loosely posing as entertainment over the years. The comparison of current CG to same from past decades was not even worth any mental assay. They had taken away his job that day. Whatever informal back door initiative that had been enacted considering the way things now worked in this Orwellian age of incessant drone surveillance thick with Internet EMF, it was all too obvious that this was another feint to demoralize? He could still taste the aerosol within the apartment’s atmosphere wafting throughout his tiny dwelling. Some form of psychotropic spray that had a weak masking aroma suggesting a cheap variety of cigarette fumes acting as a cover. It was anybodies guess in terms of where exactly it might have been injected into his living space? Paranoia wasn’t really his thing. But the recent attempts to officially truncate sections of the dwindling free web now labeled as dark had provided a plethora of information in that regard. His own feeble contribution as a doubter of the official story line of the many re-tailored general history rewrites by NGO’s had been taken note of. Though, from experiences like the one demonstrated from this current evening, were less than efficient. The program of nocturnal signal to skull terror was still not fully developed being plucked to readily from its prototype stages. The general public outcry against the incessant mischief enacted by the reigning Globalist cartel having pushed it into rapid implementation. The final result as he had mentioned was more comic rather than psychologically stultifying.
No doubt, the world had changed! Gone was the fiction of ongoing indefinite commercial driven consumer security. He as well as too many others were too accustomed to the superficialities of these endlessly recycling cliches. Stratagems too often employed to allow one fall prey so easily into their ploys. The only remaining mystery seeming to be incongruous as to why they dallied with him at all? A simple discreet early morning visit employing a little brute force along with the right chemical compound and death by apparent heart attack would go unquestioned. No that was not their way of doing business of course. Like some old once fearsome alley cat now found nearly toothless, they preferred to play with their prey before finally crushing its skull within their jaws. This mentality of petty depravity so characteristically apparent in each and every one of this group’s staged affairs that they all resembled some poorly staged form of vaudeville harping upon past scenarios as marked more by tiresome repetition rather than any valid attempt to universally deceive. The mark left by same no doubt exposing unstable mentalities too vainglorious and self-congradulating to realize that all this falderal only made it easier to detect their usual pattern of lethal mischief. The shopworn scenario of lone gunman assassin perpetrating school shooting as nationally publicized by the embedded yellow dog press too blatantly obvious as yet another deep state mercenary hit squad plying their trade routinely assisted by local law enforcement assets. Some of the same regional players having an ongoing record of playing the same old key roles in directing similar incidents over recent years. The attempt at traumatizing the general population into surrendering their weapons as well as their fates to these ruffians failing miserably. The decades spent in de-evolulving community spirit by the application of mind numbing mass media like television and major motion pictures falling far short of deterring the current popular ire at being ceaselessly manipulated. The universal yoke of the current worldwide Ponzi scheme infernally sucking all wealth from the local economies through progressionally mounting compound interest as administered in the return of worthless fiat currency for one’s labors was coming to a close. The scrupulously decentralized world marketplace that had been put into place over the last decades was now shown up for the ruse that it was. A vain mean spirited attempt to disable all cultures from their former independence and identities by the ever power hungry bank driven octopus. Its juggernaut interrupted for too long by the free flow of unauthorized damning information into the reservoir of the general public consciousness. Something that had been so grievous that no one seemed surprised anymore by the implementation of the usual bag of these lethal tricks. Their world pyramid was beginning to crumble!